RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rushing around, living life, enjoying ourselves until something
happens to stop us in our tracks.

Discovering sections of our lives that are meaningless and what
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Running away, hiding within, not daring to show ourselves
openly, always wearing a mask or disguises.

Never allowing others to know our intimate selves through-
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Telling many stories of childhood, a dear friend,
making me laugh and cry with every episode.

Amazing how we are all so similar, yet have different
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Succinctly listening to a rhythm playing through my mind,
touching every sense inside, awakening new and old desires.

Giving great pleasure to every fiber and particle of inner
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Switching and changing thoughts in sequence, delving into
picturesque landscapes and views.

Beautiful pictures appearing in an array of distinguished
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Gently waving, swaying in an afternoon breeze, tantalizing,
bringing me into a pleasant mood.

Sitting here, listening to others talking, yet keep on
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Guessing at the attitudes of people, playing a watching game
sitting here in a quiet mood.

Seeing facial expressions, hearing voices and their intonation,
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Whispering sentiments back and forth through the years,
living off of them when alone.

Now, much older, having nothing more to listen to, except
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Residing in depths of creative juices, drinking them in,
filling up an essence with every ounce of rhythm that
they squeeze from music.
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Trains rolling down the tracks, allowing rhythm to take a
solo journey down paths of life.

Forging ahead, always moving into the future, not holding
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